Pointing out the fact that he's being checked out? Wow!! Okay, that is so rude, Lloyd!! Nevermind the fact that Zelos is the one being super rude right now--listen, he's a priest. He can get away with that, but Lloyd? Rude!! Zelos' grin grows a teeny bit tighter as he keeps eye contact with the little shit, eyes squinting as if to say 'just try me, bitch' while he laughs low.
Okay, okay, take a deep breath. You know what? Let's give the poor drugged up twink a break. Zelos pushes himself back a step, back straight and hands on his hips. "Well," he rolls his eyes, sighs, and shrugs, both hands in the air, palms up, "it's actually not up to me to decide if you can be a guardian or not, so if Sheena's fine with it then welcome to the club. She can give you the rundown and itinerary, too." He then turns on his heel a little, finding Colette in the small room once again and dropping his arms to his sides. "Anyway," he says, expression flattening a little as he tilts his head towards the exit, "Colette, dear, may I talk to you for a second? In private."
Here's the deal: Zelos isn't stupid. He knows that, successful escape or not, Mylene will do everything in her power to keep an eye on her son, and Zelos intends to keep himself protected from her ever watchful ire in any way he can. The fact that the plans have changed just means that he has to take new measures towards that, and that's where Colette comes in, really. Zelos has... so much to ask her, and depending on what she answers with, so many favours to request. Thankfully, at least, Colette seems to immediately understand the depth of the deal here.
What a relief! Call it some sort of solidarity between children of Maesters or something. She quickly nods, then turns to the rest of the ragtag gang and bows as she excuses herself, and once that's done she and Zelos make their way out of the room, seeking a quieter place to talk.
Hey Kratos, you pussyfest, pay child support
Okay, okay, take a deep breath. You know what? Let's give the poor drugged up twink a break. Zelos pushes himself back a step, back straight and hands on his hips. "Well," he rolls his eyes, sighs, and shrugs, both hands in the air, palms up, "it's actually not up to me to decide if you can be a guardian or not, so if Sheena's fine with it then welcome to the club. She can give you the rundown and itinerary, too." He then turns on his heel a little, finding Colette in the small room once again and dropping his arms to his sides. "Anyway," he says, expression flattening a little as he tilts his head towards the exit, "Colette, dear, may I talk to you for a second? In private."
Here's the deal: Zelos isn't stupid. He knows that, successful escape or not, Mylene will do everything in her power to keep an eye on her son, and Zelos intends to keep himself protected from her ever watchful ire in any way he can. The fact that the plans have changed just means that he has to take new measures towards that, and that's where Colette comes in, really. Zelos has... so much to ask her, and depending on what she answers with, so many favours to request. Thankfully, at least, Colette seems to immediately understand the depth of the deal here.
What a relief! Call it some sort of solidarity between children of Maesters or something. She quickly nods, then turns to the rest of the ragtag gang and bows as she excuses herself, and once that's done she and Zelos make their way out of the room, seeking a quieter place to talk.